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Phil Seymour in Concert!: Phil Seymour Archive Series, Vol. 3 (Phil Seymour) · The Phil Seymour Archive Series, Vol. 1 (Phil Seymour) · Phil Seymour (Phil Seymour) · The Phil Seymour Archive Series, Vol. 2 (Phil Seymour) · Phil Seymour [Bonus Tracks] (Phil Seymour) · Thou Swell (Sarah Vaughan) · Really Swell Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Thou Swell (Jim Galloway) · The Swell Season (Glen Hansard) · Swell (Thomas Cunningham) – and 90 other albums »


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By then he'd been through the ringer
Made himself a name as a singer
Read about in all of the papers
How the boy got lost in the vapors

Ego
These are your orders, seems like it's do it or die
So please read them closely
When you've learnt them be sure that you eat them up
They're
ever tender
As they swell in my hands
And are warmed by the spit of my kisses
But I will just graze you like the sun does on grass
Pick at your flesh
read the road map
Flyin' down the interstate Mama's head in Daddy's lap.
Three blocks long and two lanes wide
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
increasin' but I'll pull through
I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do
But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star
think the whole world's goin' to hell.
We got off on an exit 'cause we couldn't read the map so great.
Near the Choctaw Motel, we parked to deliberate,
moving
We point out places on the map
We look at houses online, we read the L.A. Times
We go out in to the snow and laugh

And when you go
be home by June 

But what about me, boy, back in California 
What about the blue-eyed girl you call a child 
You held me for ransom, like some
the year you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's
around this world
I fly on the edge of the ball
I got the umbers all up here
I just read the map and steer that's all
CHORUS
Now I'll never give up this
reads Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E 
and it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read: 
He Put Compton On That Map 
and that's how a nigga feel 
when I'm
When you've gone about things all the wrong way burry them here,
With a life time you would never forget

In savoring sleep, what do you mean I
around this world
I fly on the edge of the ball
I got the umbers all up here
I just read the map and steer that's all
CHORUS
Now I'll never give up this
Yo, you Eddie check this out here...)
Why is it everytime I see your face
It's only when I got gas in my Chevy?
There's something strange about
double-time
Forget about the map now I'm lost within your eyes
Tripped up feeling frank spilling out the fear inside

We do it primo, we do it primo
We do
as to how it got this deep

Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh
I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path?
The one you take a bath with is
doorway
Through a long dark hallway
Use your conscious as a compass to avoid bein' conquered
By nonsense, use your subconscious as a map
Once it's time
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
will die it by the
Time you read this line - I'll be
Gone we're gonna have a splendid time as I sing the songs we'll never
Write we gonna have a splendid
Say that they made you
But you brought your own leash
Tell me no more no
Say I'm the last one
Outside
By the drift
You read my will
Of thread
make moves when you're always strapped under
I plan to read the scriptures, tell you more about the thunder
I wonder what really makes the world go
Get with the man who rips, stop being stalled by them drips 
I'll do you swell, I got better aim than Willie Tell 
I rung so let me ring your bell
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
took my Geiger and I started to climb
Right up to the top where I thought I'd find
A hunk of rock that would make it click
Just like I'd read about
[Canibus]
This is the master thesis underneath the deepness
Come to micclub.net where you can read this
Run a plot on a map hyper space 'ya
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